The Time of Our Lives

"The time of our lives" (Act 1: Scene 1)

 Okay, before you begin, I would like to say that Em has Jose (prounounced Jo-See) and of course, Emily. I, Mo, will have Pooka and, Mo or Moro. Well, hope you enjoy!

(Act 1: Scene 1)

(Emily sits down in the doctor’s office. Looks up as doctor comes in. Emily stands up and shakes

hands with him.)

Emily: Well? What’s the news? (bites lip)

Doctor: Do you want me to be completely honest? (Emily scoffs)

Emily: Of course I want you to be honest! This is her future you know.

Doctor: (holds up hands) Alright, alright. She’s fine. Healthy child.

Emily: But why did she turn green!?

Doctor: It’s a side affect. Completely natural.

Emily: (rolls eyes) You call my baby turning green natural!?

Doctor: Calm down. I’m just doing my job. (holds up hands still)

Emily: Fine. Is there any way to cure her?

Doctor: I’m afraid not.

Emily: Alright I guess I can handle her having green skin. But...what about the other issue?

Doctor: Hmm? Oh, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner...

(Nurse brings in little child.)

(Emily holds out arms to child. Child jumps in them and squeals.)

Emily: How did she do?

Nurse: Just fine. She got a green lollipop. (Emily glares at Nurse.) She wanted one to match her

skin color.

Emily: (nods head in agreement.) I suppose that’s fine. (Looks down at Jose.) Were you good

today?

Jose: Yep! See! It didn’t hurt one bit! (Points to wrist where they took a blood sample.)

Emily: (smiles) Good.

Doctor: Surprisingly she is highly intelligent for a six year old. (Emily glances up and nods.)

Emily: Yes, she’s smarter than the average child.

(Emily and Jose get up and leave.)

Emily: Would you like some ice cream?

Jose: Yes please!!!

(Emily laughs as they get in the car and drive off.)

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Setting: It's raining out and the storm is getting almost to the point of dangerous. A young girl of eleven scavenges for food in an alley,  the constant downpour blurring her vision. In the distant, a small, yet loud, cry is heard. Trash litters the ground and cardboard boxes are either laid together side by side or stacked on top of one another. Broken glass are scattered carelessly as alley cats take shelter where they can.

Mo: Hello? Is anyone there?(Crying becomes louder and distinct as rain fades out.)

(Mo wanders further into the alley, darkness engulfing any light from the crowded major streets just yards away)

Mo: (wipes face and squints to see clearly) Hey, are you okay?

(A boy is seen sitting on top of battered trash cans, sniffling. His skin, a strange color, is similar to green, shades of white and yellow blending together making his skin resembling a cucumber.)

Boy: Can you help me find me find my bwudder?

Mo: (sympathy evident in her voice) Sure, sweetie. C'mere. (Boy comes closer. His eyes are big, resembling a sad puppy) What's your name?

Boy: I-I-I don't have one.

Mo: (smiles at the boy) Well, aren't you a cutie? How 'bout. . . . Pooka?

Boy: P-pooka? (smiles) I wike it.

Mo: Okay then, Pooka, I'm Mo. Now, when was the last time you saw your brother?

Pooka: I don't know, but I wink it was thwish many daysh ago. (holds up eight fingers)

Mo: (frowns, but quickly changes into a smile for Pooka) How about tonight we sleep and tomorrow, we'll go look for him? By the way, I'm eleven. How old are you?

Pooka: (nods) I'm shix. But Mo.... where are we gonna shleep?

Mo: (thinks, opens big backpack strapped onto her back, and pulls out sleeping bag) I'm going to use this to block us from the rain, okay Pooka? (points to tattered navy blue sleeping bag)

Pooka: (nods) Okay, Mo.

Mo: (ties sleeping bag over slightly damped area near trashcans and pulls out sweater and pull it over Pooka.) Put this on, you're going to get sick.

(Pooka pulls the baggy old red sweatshirt on and looks confusedly towards Mo)

Mo: C'mere. You can sleep on my lap. (lightly pats her lap and lsit down, leaning against the brick wall)

Pooka: Okay. (sits on Mo and cuddles up to her) Can you sing for me like my bwudder used to? 

Mo: (nods and begins singing "Gift of A Friend" by Demi Lovato) Are you asleep yet?

Pooka: (barely awake, nods, and whispers) Thank you, Mum. I lwuv you. (falls asleep)

Mo: (shocked, but smiles) I love you too, son. (kisses forehead and slowly falls asleep)

End of Scene

A/N: (Mo) Gah, my writing stinks like troll poo. Bleh :/ Well, I tried. If you have any comments, leave them below. Also, if you have nay advice for Emily or me, please eith PM us or yeah... comment. :D Be happy and love Dory. (P.S- I'm a Pixar and Disney fan! Gooooo, Stitch.)